The singing and dancing in Xingle Palace never stopped, even when Ying Zheng came here. However, at this time, neither Zhao Ji nor Ying Zheng, mother and son, were in the mood to watch the graceful singing and dancing.
"Time flies so fast." In Ying Zheng's silence, Zhao Ji looked at her son. Zhao Ji, who could even see her own shadow in Ying Zheng's eyes, suddenly said leisurely.
"What is the queen mother talking about?" Ying Zheng asked confused.
"It's already November now," Zhao Ji said.
"Yes, it's a bit cold in November today." Ying Zheng put his hand on a heater and felt the warmth.
"November sixteen years ago was even colder," Zhao Ji recalled.
"Is this the winter of HD?" Ying Zheng could easily think of HD from this time sixteen years ago. Wasn't it the time Zhao Ji spent in HD sixteen years ago?
For Zhao Ji, the memory of HD is far greater than the memory of Xianyang, and the same is true for Ying Zheng's letter. At the age of fifteen, he spent nine years in HD, although during that period
The memory is not a good memory for him.
"More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's November again. Soon, in two months, Zheng'er will celebrate his sixteenth birthday." Zhao Ji said leisurely, maybe she was lamenting that Ying Zheng was about to die.
At the age of sixteen, I still lament that the terrifying number sixteen has been added to my teenage years.
"Sixteen years old?" Ying Zheng said thoughtfully.
Except for himself, there are probably not many people in Qin who like his age, right? Ying Zheng thought to himself.
"Does Zheng'er know that in Huayang Palace, a little princess came from the capital of Chu State?" Zhao Ji seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and said with a half-smile.
"I've never heard of this." Ying Zheng paused and said.
"Soon Zheng'er will hear about it. If I guess correctly, Zheng'er will still be able to see this little princess." Zhao Ji said with a hint of sarcasm in her smile.
"What did the Queen say?" Ying Zheng said suddenly. Through Zhao Ji's tone, Ying Zheng thought of a possibility.
In his other memory, although there is no information about the existence of King Qin and Queen Zheng, he does know that his eldest son has the general blood of the Chu King. Thinking about what Zhao Ji said at this time, everything seems to be connected.
Got up.
"Didn't Zheng'er already think of it?" Zhao Ji said with some inexplicable expectation in her eyes.
"It seems that I have thought of it, but I don't know if it is the same as what my mother had in mind." Ying Zheng replied.
"Then what was Zheng'er thinking about?" Zhao Ji asked.
"What is the queen thinking about?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Is that so?" Zhao Ji hesitated.
"How about this. I will write this answer on Qingxi's left palm, and my mother will write her answer on Qingxi's right palm, and then take a look to see if what I think is the same as what my mother thinks." Ying Zheng suggested.
road.
"That's a good idea." Zhao Ji said with a smile, stroking her hands. Such a little game is in line with her character. What's more, this is a game between her and her son, the person closest to her.
Soon, the pen and ink was prepared by the palace maid. Qingxi knelt down between Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji, and spread her palms to both sides as if resigned. At this moment, she even thought about whether her choice was wrong.
Yes, living in this palace is no more comfortable than in a snare.
When the cool brush strokes across Qing Xi's delicate palm, the former snare killer's back subconsciously straightened, followed by an itch that went straight to the bone marrow. However, what puzzled her was that in the same encounter, the left
The feeling in the palm of my hand is completely different from that in my right palm.
"Then, let me see what Zheng'er's answer is now." Zhao Ji said expectantly.
As Qing Xi folded her arms together, Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji saw each other's answer at the same time.
"Queen." Two answers with the same handwriting appeared in front of them.
"It seems that Zheng'er has really grown up." Zhao Ji sighed and continued, "I already know what a woman is."
Hearing the word "woman", Ying Zheng's expression was slightly unnatural. At this age, in this era, he is not young anymore, and in the palace, temptations are everywhere. This matter was brought to Zhao Ji's mind.
Mentioned, some inexplicable thoughts flooded into Ying Zheng's mind.
"What does Zheng'er think of this matter?" Zhao Ji continued to ask.
"The parents' orders, the matchmaker's words, this matter depends on the mother's wishes." Ying Zheng's answer can be said to be watertight.
"Zheng'er will really listen to me?" Zhao Ji asked back.
"No?" Zhao Ji couldn't help but look a little serious. If the son in front of her couldn't give him a good explanation, she wouldn't mind causing him some trouble.
"Well, the Queen Mother definitely disagrees with her attitude." Ying Zheng said.
Today, in the Qin Palace, there are three women with the title of Queen Mother, one is Zhao Ji, and the other two are Queen Mother Huayang, the aunt of the late King Qin Zhuangxiang, and the other is Xia Ji, the biological mother of King Qin Zhuangxiang.
Back then, when King Zhuang Xiang of Qin was still Ying Yiren, and he was still a hostage in the state of Zhao, it was Lu Buwei who used various means to make Ying Yiren worship the then Mrs. Huayang as his mother, so he later changed his name to Ying Zichu.
Among the ten brothers, he stood out and was appointed as the heir by An Guojun, the then crown prince of Qin.
This is how the later King Qin Zhuangxiang came about, and it is also how we have the current Qin Palace where the three women sing a big drama. On Xia Ji's side, because she was born in Korea, she is naturally close to her and has the blood of the Korean royal family flowing through her.
Chang'an Jun Chenglong, as for the Queen Mother of Huayang, she has no position. She only stands on the side of King Qin. As for who King Qin is, that is not her concern.
For these two mothers-in-law, Zhao Ji is naturally hostile to Xia Ji because of Chang'an Jun Chengyu. According to this logic, Zhao Ji should have a good relationship with the Queen Mother Huayang, but in fact it is the opposite. Compared with Xia Ji and Xia Ji,
The Queen Mother and Zhao Ji hated the Queen Mother Huayang even more.
As for the reason, it is really difficult to explain clearly. Therefore, Zhao Ji was instinctively wary of the fact that the Queen Mother Huayang brought a junior princess from the capital of Chu. She did not want to have another Chu native in the family.
However, in more than two months, Ying Zheng will be sixteen years old, and life-long events will also be put on the agenda. What makes Zhao Ji even more helpless is that she can't find a more suitable one than the princess of Chu.
As a candidate, Queen Mother Huayang was born into the Chu Kingdom family, and although she was considered to be from a famous family, she was really not good enough compared to the Chu Kingdom family.
"What about you, Zheng'er?" Zhao Ji asked eagerly.
"Because there is no better choice. Of course, we still have to see what kind of person the Princess of Chu is." Ying Zheng replied.
However, combined with another memory, Ying Zheng could roughly guess the image of the Princess of Chu. A woman who could give birth to a child like Fusu should be gentle and gentle.
"Can it really be her?" Zhao Ji said unwillingly.
"Not necessarily, maybe the princess of Chu is ugly?" Ying Zheng joked.
"That's definitely not the case. She has very high standards." Zhao Ji said.
Although she hates the Queen Mother Huayang, as a woman, Zhao Ji must admit that the Queen Mother Huayang has something that all women envy: beauty and wisdom.
An Guojun, who was just the prince at that time, had many concubines, and the Queen Mother Huayang could become the most favored one. Beauty was her greatest weapon. With the Queen Mother Huayang in front of her, Zhao Ji did not think that this princess of Chu State would be a good-looking one.
An ordinary woman.
"We'll have to wait and see." Ying Zheng said with a hint of anticipation.
"That being said, I do want to go and have a look." Zhao Ji said.
She was quite satisfied with Ying Zheng's answer. Although Ying Zheng did not agree to her request, he did not hide his thoughts. Frankness was more important to Zhao Ji than obedience. Many times, obedience would only pull away.
Distance, but rather frankness, allows us to see each other clearly.
The mother and son chatted, not feeling the passage of time. To a certain extent, there were many topics between Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji. After all, the two of them shared a common memory, and this memory meant a lot to both of them.
For people, it occupies most of the current life.
The time had entered late at night before he knew it, and Xianyang Palace was not close to Xingle Palace, so Ying Zheng simply stayed in Xingle Palace because he had nothing to do now anyway.